September 2017

I’ve been struggling with things that should be simple.

Smoking is really fucking complicated.

Writing a sex blog as a dominant man can be lonely. Sure, I have lots of sex, and have made good friends through this, but still. I think I’m unique, and I would prefer not to be.

I’ve said it before: mouths matter.

Americans have unrealistic expectations with respect to healthcare. And, I like sex.

A few things I’ve been thinking about, meaning to write more about, but haven’t gotten around to devoting significant time to think/write about.

My reactions to external circumstances show me, barometrically, my internal state.

Jesus. Just saying.

I watch a man improbably pick up a woman on the train, and am consumed by envy and rage.

This is Sheila’s version of our recent date. I think it’s hotter than my version. What do you think?